Provincial capital, Xiongzhai.

Xiong Chumo hasn't had a peaceful sleep since his granddaughter Xiong Haizi came back.

Because the secret technique of divination for which he was famous suddenly went awry.

This made Xiong Chumo, who had already buried his neck in the soil, very uncomfortable.

I have studied under a master since I was a child, and my Taoist sect is orthodox.

In the end, I chose divination as the basis for settling down.

Moreover, the original firewood-chopping ballad is a combination of the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought.

Weddings and funerals, naming events, opening celebrations, fortune telling, everything goes well.

Ever since my granddaughter discovered that the Sky Fox appeared in the world, she immediately wanted to calculate good or bad luck.

After all, the Sky Fox has returned, and a monster of this level walking around in the world must be a sign of great changes in the world.

However, after many calculations, the results are ambiguous and the good or bad is unclear.

This puts old man Xiong Chumo in trouble.

If this unique skill of yours doesn't work, you'll be in trouble.

Xiong Haizi looked at his grandfather who was helpless and wanted to help.

But what can my two brushes do for me?

After grandpa failed for the 456th time, Xiong Haizi stood up.

"Grandpa, how about we start from the source?

I participated in the auction of the first fish that day, and I got up in the morning and said that my opportunity had arrived.

Then I saw Tianhu appearing on Taiqinggou.

I think it's better to start from this point.

There is a classmate in the area, I want to ask him about it?"

When Xiong Chumo was told by his granddaughter, he immediately became unhappy.

Our family just eats this bowl of rice. Doesn’t that ruin our own brand?

What to do next?

After so many years in the world, how many of his colleagues have been trampled under his feet.

My own success has become a thorn in the side of many of my colleagues.

Yes, over the years I have accumulated a portion of the family fortune and also created a reputation.

However, if you can't keep your reputation, you can't keep your family business either.

The day the sign falls down is the day the family is destroyed.

I've spent my whole life telling others' lives, but when it's my turn, I'm in trouble.

I regret that I should have been attracted by the rolling world of mortals, and went down to start a business to enjoy the glory and wealth.

If I were still a teacher, I wouldn't have these worries.

By the way, Shimen.

Over the years, I have paid a lot of money to the teacher.

If something happens to you, the disciples have to take care of themselves.

"Haizi, I know what's going on, so don't mess with it blindly.

Grandpa, I also had a sect.

After taking so much money, I have to do something."

With that said, Xiong Chumo took out a piece of yellow paper from the drawer.

I worked hard and carefully wrote down my problem.

At the same time, he raised his doubts.

Is it because the Patriarch doesn’t reward this bowl of rice?

Or did you run out of money on your own errands?

Xiong Haizi saw it freshly. Is this a message that needs to be transmitted thousands of miles away?

In addition to telling people's fortunes in recent years, my grandfather has never revealed any Taoist magic.

A piece of yellow paper can send a message thousands of miles. What is the principle?

It's comparable to quantum entanglement.

It turns out that a piece of yellow paper certainly doesn't work.

After Xiong Chumo finished writing on the yellow paper, he folded it into the shape of a paper crane more carefully.

He raised it high above his head and bowed devoutly.

Then he suddenly took action and threw it into the sky.

Xiong Haizi was stunned immediately.

Is it so magical?

Can you fold a paper crane and fly away?

What is the driving force?

Just look at the paper crane after it is thrown up and reaches the highest point.

It didn't flap its wings and fly away as expected.

Instead, a perfect parabola was drawn.

Bang, it fell to the ground.

Xiong Haizi was even more shocked.

Could it be that Grandpa’s formal spell casting failed?

Seeing Xiong Chumo's ugly face, please kindly comfort him with a few words.

"Grandpa, is there a success rate? Do you want to try again?"

Xiong Chumo looked at the paper crane on the ground, melancholy picked up the cigarette from the table, lit it and took a puff.

It seems as if he is meditating and reminiscing.

Did I miss a link?

Why did it fail?

Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

Or is it that the teacher’s side doesn’t accept it?

Do you want to be so heartless?

I haven't spent much money on myself.

The road leading to Yunyun Temple was built by myself.

When the cigarette butt burned his hands, Xiong Chumo suddenly woke up.

I felt the lighter in my hand and suddenly realized.

I squatted on the ground, picked up the paper crane, and lit it with a lighter.

Watching the paper crane burn to ashes in the ashtray.

Then he laughed when he was done.

"Damn it, I almost forgot, I need to burn it.

Hey, I haven’t used it for too long and I’m getting rusty.”

Xiong Haizi really wanted to complain about her grandfather, but she didn't dare and felt uncomfortable holding it in.

"Grandpa, is this all right?"

Xiong Chumo lay on the Arhat bed and stretched himself, feeling quite confident.

"Of course, this is an orthodox Taoist spell.

Today is an eye-opener for you.

Don't think that grandpa's always saying that he learned art from a young age and became famous is deceiving people.

My teacher is really Yunyun Temple in Beijing.

Later, there were natural disasters, and Guanli really couldn't get over the blame.

I voluntarily went down the mountain to repay my teacher's kindness and fend for myself."
To be continued...